Surely Blue

The horizon is bright, high, blue and white,
features hidden in layers of cotton.
Where I live you cannot see
this blue from the ground,
the variations of it, the transition
from bright to dark and back.
I think I used to be able to see
the blue change with the arc of sun,
but I can’t be sure.
I used to pretend I was sure.
Oh yeah, I say, the blue changes
with the day, you just have to watch.
As people get younger
they seem to smirk more,
so I’ve stopped showing them the sky.
All they have to do is look.
I mean, their eyesight has to be
better than mine, doesn’t it?



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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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